Cecilia's gaze flitted between Mark and Zoey.

The two were undoubtedly in cahoots.

She couldn't stay mad, though; they were clearly trying to cheer her up. To shift the mood, she remarked, “I'm not feeling my best."

Olivia chimed in, “I'll give you a massage later, Mom."

The room filled with Mark's hearty laughter, and Edwin visibly relaxed.

Later that night, after chat with Edwin, Mark retreated to their bedroom. Cecilia, fresh from a shower, was engrossed in a science book.

Mark gently took it from her, glanced over it, and then handed it back.

Their eyes locked.

Mark, breaking the silence, remarked, "It's been a while since I've seen you this way. Does it really upset you?"

She held his gaze, finally confessing, "Of course, but I often find my thoughts lingering on you and Zoey.”

Teasingly, Mark asked, “Hinting at my advancing age?"

After brushing her hair aside, Mark continued, “Mom made her stance clear during dinner. She's on board with Edwin studying overseas. We might miss Edwin terribly, but who'll shoulder the Evans Legacy when I'm no longer at my peak? Everyone in our family counts on Edwin.

His pursuit of greater knowledge and early success is commendable.

We've been too protective and hesitant, unlike my mother who sees the bigger picture."

Cecilia seemed lost in thought.

Mark's voice softened as he added, “Cecilia, Edwin is no longer the little boy we once knew. It's time we let him chase his dreams."

She replied softly, “I understand. It's just taking me some time to come to terms with it."

Chuckling, Mark added, "At least we have Olivia. She's so attached to home. I can't even imagine her leaving this house, let alone studying abroad. She'll always be by your side."

A smile finally tugged at Cecilia's Lips.

Playfully, she retorted, "You've sealed your fate with that comment.